From
“The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
15
November
I
remember like it was yesterday a long-distance flight some years ago on which I
was served a chicken dinner. What was so memorable was the fact that the
trapezoidal space on that little plastic plate had a piece of chicken of
uncannily accurate trapezoidal measurements. It was as if that chicken, the
proud finished product of genetic engineering, had been tailor-made for this
plastic plate, its ultimate residence. Like, it was an EXACT trapezoidal fit.
By contrast let us
pray that you and I continue to be the proverbial round peg in all the
proverbial square holes of life. 
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